Jezin smirked. "I'm sure you're quite fearsome, milady." He took another sip of his drink, the same sarcastic smirk holding on his face. He looked around the room, being surprised to notice his opponent in the tournament sitting across the room. He hadn't seen the man since their fight earlier. He had half a mind to go and speak with the man, but was interrupted by a finger poking him in the nose. He looked across the table with a blank stare. Despite her arguments to the contrary, Payton seemed quite drunk, still, he had no intention of being rude to the woman. He'd play along, at least for the moment. "Is that so? How tough do you suppose I am, then?" Something about being so playful in such times made him uncomfortable. Blood had been spilled, after all.

Sophia laughed, taking another drink. She felt slightly dizzy. She placed the goblet on the table and spoke up. "The capitol has treated us rather well, all things considered..." The wine had calmed her nerves, but it was making it hard to think. Maybe that's why people drank so much, it made them forget. She frowned for a moment. She looked up at Sir Walden with a bright smile. "Sir Walden, thank you for being so kind. It means a lot." The princess struggled to pronounce her words correctly. She looked over, noticing that Gareth was trying to pace himself to avoid intoxication. Maybe she should have tried the same. Sophia shook her head when Walden spoke about hie envy of their youth. "You seem to still have quite a bit of vigor, Sir Walden! I wouldn't get envious just yet."